I, Qinghuan

Qinghuan's heart warmed, she lowered her head, and asked in a low voice: "Then you don't think the same as Teacher Bai? My relationship with Ziyan... is indeed relatively close. When you see me delivering food to her, will you not?" Will you be unhappy?"

Nan Yang didn't speak for a long time, Qing Huan looked at her suspiciously, and when she was about to speak again, she heard her ask:

"Want to hear the truth?"

Qing Huan nodded, "Of course."

Nan Yang's fingers resting on the window sill retracted, and his fingertips touched the window pins that had been peeled off to the point of mottled paint. He avoided Qing Huan and looked out of the car window.When she spoke again, her voice was very soft, so soft that if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear her too thin tone:

"If you look at others more, I will be unhappy."

Nan Yang pursed her lips, and seemed to feel that what she said was inappropriate, and said again:

"However, whether I am happy or not is only my own business. I am not happy, it only shows that I am short-tempered, and it does not mean that you are wrong. I will not affect your normal social interaction because of my emotions. You Don't worry about me too much."

Light and dumb.

She didn't know how to respond for a moment.

My mind was fuzzy and going round and round, besides being moved, another kind of worry also arose.

If Nan Yang didn't say it today, she might never know it for the rest of her life. It turns out that she cares so much about the kindness she exudes to other people.How much has this woman held back in her heart because she doesn't want to say, doesn't want to say, or can't say?She was lucky enough to dig out a deeply buried rotten root today, but she must have hidden other things that made Nan Yang uncomfortable.

But what could she blame?Nan Yang's character is like that, he doesn't take the initiative to say anything when he is stuffy, and he doesn't take the initiative to ask for things he likes.Sometimes when encountering delicious food, I am so restrained that I don’t want to pick up an extra chopstick. When I feed it to her, I see her eyes slightly curved, and I know that she likes that food.

"Next time if I do something that makes you unhappy, you have to tell me," Qing Huan clenched Nan Yang's hand, her voice full of distress, "I don't want to make you sad either."

"I'm not sad." Nan Yang frowned, his eyes seemed a little annoyed, regretting that he had told the truth.

Qing Huan caught the change in her mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm telling you this, not to disturb you," Nan Yang frowned even more tightly, "You don't have to change anything because of me. If you don't do what you want because of me, I will be sad."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, and squeezed Nan Yang's hand:

"stupid."

Nan Yang turned her head away, closed her mouth and looked at the flying scenery outside the window.

The VJ who followed them came out of the box, and glanced at them with the camera: "Hey, are the two teachers waiting for me?"

The two interrupted the conversation, remembering that they still had unfinished game tasks, so they diverted their attention first.They still followed the original idea, went to the locomotive to see Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, and punished them along the way. It shouldn't be too difficult to get twenty votes.

Both ends of the soft sleeper car were jammed with some tourists watching the fun. If the conductors hadn't stopped them, they would have opened the doors of Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan's compartments to go sightseeing.After all, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan were the most popular group, and there were not a few people who came to see them. It was a bit difficult for Qing Huan and Nan Yang to pass through.

When celebrities are far away from ordinary people, they are divided into high and low popularity, just like handicrafts placed in the window, people will look at them and comment on them, and express their likes and dislikes with their chins raised.But once the star walks close to the side, people's excitement and excitement have nothing to do with popularity, likes and dislikes. Whether they like the star or not, they will feel dizzy like suffocation.Perhaps it is because this kind of strong unreality will bring people a kind of perverted and romantic satisfaction, which makes them suddenly realize that these people who live on a flat surface really breathe the same air as they do.

So even though the soft sleeper car was surrounded by Bai Cen's fans, when Nan Yang and Qing Huan passed by, the girls all twitched their facial features like crazy, holding up their mobile phones and taking pictures.Nan Yang and Qing Huan passed through and walked away. They subconsciously followed for a short distance, but soon realized the person they really wanted to see, and ran back to the entrance of the soft sleeper car to wait.

Along the way, most of the passengers actually stayed in their seats obediently. Everyone has their own busy affairs, and most of them are traveling alone. People who travel alone cannot easily leave their seats and luggage.

Qinghuan's popularity is relatively high, so she asked some young boys and girls to vote for her. Even if those young people don't follow her, they probably know her, so they voted cheerfully, and they can even ask for an autograph or a group photo.Nan Yang has been silently following behind her, keeping silent.Soon, twenty votes will be enough.

When they found Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, they were playing a guessing game with passers-by, which should be the first task they were assigned.Seeing Nan Yang and Qing Huan coming over, Ming Cheng's small body squeezed into the corner of the hard seat wanted to jump up and waved again and again: "Master, Patriarch, you finally came to see us!"

The environment of the hard seat is indeed much worse. The people here are too mixed, and the density is terrible. The cabin is full of messes and there are all kinds of smells, such as the smell of feet, sweat, plastic, and even the most common smell of instant noodles. Instantly distinguish dozens of categories such as braised beef in brown sauce, old altar sauerkraut, stewed chicken with mushrooms, etc.The air conditioner doesn't seem to be enough to dilute these tastes, especially the dense crowd gathered to catch a glimpse of the stars. Like dumplings, the soup is full of turbid batter.

Although Cheng is a newcomer tomorrow night, and Qi Yi is an outsider, but they can't stand the outstanding performance of the two in the first version. The scene attracted a lot of Wusan CP fans and Qi Yi's ghost story fans. Everyone knows Mingwancheng is preparing for the college entrance examination, and several kind-hearted student fans even sent their own tutoring materials to Mingwancheng.

Tomorrow night, Cheng would sit by the window, and Qi Yi would sit next to her, with a stack of counseling books and papers from well-meaning people on the table.The surroundings were full of passengers, and the heads of those people were crowded together. Just looking at it made Nan Yang feel uncomfortable.

Qi Yi smiled and said, "Hey, come on, sit down. Do you want to play a game with us? I guess? After the game is over, we can just go to the dining car for dinner together."

The passenger on the opposite side took the initiative to give up two seats. Nan Yang looked at the wrinkled seat cover and frowned slightly.Qing Huan knew that she cared about those uneven things, so she walked over to smooth them out before pulling Nan Yang to sit down.

"Do you want to play?" Qing Huan asked Nan Yang beside her with her chin propped up.

Nan Yang shook his head expressionlessly.

"Then let's not play," Qing Huan let her go, "Xiao Yi, you are tired from playing too, let's chat for a while."

"Okay, let's chat for a while." Qi Yi put away the pen and paper on the table with a smile on his face, and saw that Ming Cheng also came over excitedly, raised his eyebrows, "Ah Cheng, the task is over, what should you do?" ?”

Tomorrow night, Cheng was taken aback, "A-you have to write papers again?"

Qi Yi's eyes were self-evident.

Mingwan Cheng sighed a long time, pulled over a Chinese paper on the side, and started to write with the pen that you draw and I guess.It seems that she has gradually gotten used to this kind of life, even if Qi Yi asked her to write, she would no longer resist.

"Did you just come over from the sleeper?" Qi Yi asked Qing Huan.

"Yes, I found Ziyan to play against the landlord on the way," Qing Huan didn't mention the unpleasantness of having a fight with Bai Jinqiu. There are too many people around, and even if there are few people, she will not talk to her friends like this "I just came out of the box and sat down with you. This environment is really a heaven and an underground."

Mingwan Cheng interjected, "Let's go and play with Ziyan later."

Qing Huan paused, thought for a moment, and said cryptically, "Ah Cheng, don't bother them."

Tomorrow night, Cheng Cheng is like a villain, Qing Huan said so, she immediately changed her words: "Then let's go to your berth for a while."

"Come here if you don't think it's too far away." Qing Huan smiled.

They chatted casually again, the surroundings were rather noisy, many people's voices were ringing in their ears, passers-by pointed their cellphones and flashlights at this side and joined together.Nan Yang suppressed his body's aversion to this environment, and silently looked out the window in a daze.

I don't know when, the sunset has already appeared in the sky. The sunset is like a round and freshly boiled egg yolk, and a few white clouds are sprinkled sporadically, as if the eggshells have not been picked clean.

It was almost time, and VJ was notified by the PD to let them go to the dining car for dinner.

The dining car was temporarily cleared out for half of the field, in order to fix the camera racks and multiple camera positions around, and also to prevent them from being disturbed by fans who came suddenly while eating.When several people passed by, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan were already sitting there.

The dining cars all seat four people, so at the side, the director team added two more seats so that the six of them could sit at a table.This will be a little crowded, but also more focused and convenient for shooting.

Cen Ziyan seemed hesitant to speak, as if she really wanted to apologize to Qing Huan again, but she was afraid that if she took the initiative to talk to Qing Huan, Bai Jinqiu would make things difficult for him.Qing Huan could see what she was thinking, and nodded to her, indicating that she understood.

Nan Yang and Bai Jinqiu had just choked, and the director team was actually a little worried that they would quarrel again when they got together.But the two of them have calm temperaments, as long as Bai Jinqiu doesn't target Qing Huan, Nan Yang won't bother to speak.And as long as Qing Huan doesn't provoke Cen Ziyan, Bai Jinqiu won't take the initiative to find fault at all, she doesn't have extra energy to devote to such boring things, she only has Cen Ziyan in her mind.

Before the meal, the director team guided them to play a small game, but everyone was hungry all day, and they were basically not in the mood to play the game again.The food was served, and the table was very quiet, no one was chatting.

The PD was a little worried on the side, not knowing how to cut this part in the feature film.

Halfway through eating, Nan Yang suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up unhurriedly, and tapped his fingertips on the table in front of Ming Wancheng, "Come with me."

Tomorrow night, with a piece of chicken leg in his mouth, Cheng raised his head blankly: "Huh? What are you going to do?"

"……To the restroom."

Qing Huan also put down her chopsticks and said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you eat yours." Nan Yang refused, and looked at Ming Wancheng again, "You come with me."

Tomorrow night, Cheng knew that something must have happened, and immediately swallowed the meat in his mouth, hurriedly grabbed a stack of tissues and got up, followed Nan Yang, and waved his hand to Master Qinghuan to comfort him.

Nan Yang arrived at the junction of the carriages, but instead of going into the toilet, he turned into the small space where the carriages got on and off.This is a recessed secret place, and it is only when you get close to it that you notice that it can still be treated.When Nan Yang walked there, he immediately let go of all his strength, put his elbows on the wall, and raised his hand to Ming Wancheng.

Tomorrow night Cheng understood, and immediately handed her the thick stack of tissues in his hand.

Nan Yang covered his mouth and nose with a thick stack of tissues, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes were trembling on his eyelids.

Not long after, the thick paper towels were all stained blood red.